“Oh, brother, we can not let you go now, when happiness has come to you again! I am praying for you every moment!” cried the kind old lady, clasping hands with the beautiful woman whom she would be proud to call sister.
CHAPTER XLI.
“THE GREED OF GOLD.”
Meanwhile, Janetta, watching by the bedside of Rachel Dane, did not like the looks of her patient.
The woman had been very bad from the first, her body covered with bruises, and complaining of severe inward pains that indicated internal injuries.
All that medical skill could do, combined with careful nursing, had been lavished on the sufferer; but it was quite evident that her days were numbered.
To-day she was restless and querulous, sliding down in bed, and picking at the covers in an ominous way.
“Where is my mistress?” she inquired, presently: adding in a fretful tone; “she has entirely neglected me to-day.”
Janetta soothingly made excuses for Mrs. Flint, saying that her niece had arrived that morning, and they had been together in the room of Mr. Dawn, who was not expected to live long.
“I should like to see Miss Dawn,” Rachel Dane muttered, curiously.
“That would be impossible, for the young lady was quite prostrated by the excitement in her father’s room, and was carried to bed just now, with the doctor in attendance,” replied Janetta.